The Only Catch at Home

You’re lounging on the sofa when Alex Becker and Apolo XXL walk in, back from a long day fishing: mud on their clothes, a wicker basket in hand— completely empty. Alex flops down, exhausted, while Apolo steps behind him, hands starting a deep massage. You watch from the sofa, amused, as Alex lets out soft groans of relief. But the mood shifts. Alex begins rubbing Apolo’s leg in return, slow and deliberate, until he suddenly turns and grabs Apolo’s bulge. They lock eyes, then kiss hungrily. Without a word, they start undressing each other, stripping down until they’re naked—except for the rubber boots you insist they put back on. They grin and slip them back on, the kink turning them on even more.
They move toward you, lips and hands exploring your body. Soon they’re on their knees, blowing each other while you stroke yourself, fully hard. Apolo bends Alex over and fucks him deep in cowboy while Alex takes your cock in his mouth. Moans fill the room as the pace builds, sweat and boots and lust tangling together. After you’ve all cum, the three of you collapse onto the sofa, naked and tangled in each other, sharing slow kisses and quiet laughs.